| You don’t need no intuition
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| All you need is a beating heart
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| Ain’t no math you need to figure
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| Nothing here you can pick apart
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| Does it feel good to you, baby?
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| 'Cause it feels like it should
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| It’s gonna feel so good, baby
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| You’re gonna be someone’s somebody
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| You’re gonna be somebody’s someone
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| You’re gonna be someone’s somebody
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| You’re gonna be somebody’s someone
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| These nights get so lonely
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| Just the candles and the moon
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| But as you’re waiting for that someone
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| Someone’s out there waiting for you
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| It’ll feel so good to you, baby
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| 'Cause if it feels just like it should
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| It’s gonna feel so good, baby
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| You’re gonna be someone’s somebody
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| You’re gonna be somebody’s someone
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| You’re gonna be someone’s somebody
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| You’re gonna be somebody’s someone
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| It could be summertime, the middle of the fall
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| But nothing will matter then
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| No, it won’t matter at all
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| You’re gonna be someone’s somebody
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| You’re gonna be somebody’s someone
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| You’re gonna be someone’s somebody
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| You’re gonna be somebody’s someone |